Sunday, December 9, 2012

Atlas

You map out my world
on your shoulders.
From the curls on your neck
to the small of your back,
you carry my world.
Hurled by your hips
into the deepest seas of longing,
I thirst for you.
With the hue of your skin
as my motivation,
I will follow your compass's rose
to the fountain of youth,
and be made
newly yours.

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8 comments:

  1. Brian MillerDecember 9, 2012 at 4:20 PM

    Hurled by your hips
    into the deepest seas of longing,
    I thirst for you....and following the compass rose to the fountain of youth...ha...nice...and some wonderful innuendo in that...smiles.

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  2. HannahDecember 9, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    "I thirst for you.
    With the hue of your skin
    as my motivation,
    I will follow your compass's rose"

    Gorgeous writing!!!

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  3. Doctor FTSEDecember 9, 2012 at 11:17 PM

    Good interpretation of the prompt.

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  4. BerowneDecember 10, 2012 at 2:09 AM

    I appreciated how you worked the compass rose into your poem...

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  5. HelenDecember 10, 2012 at 8:46 AM

    Creative ... I enjoyed it.

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  6. Carrie Van HornDecember 10, 2012 at 1:59 PM

    This amazing poem could make anyone thurst for more.....a stunning write indeed!!

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  7. hyperCRYPTICalDecember 12, 2012 at 10:25 AM

    Excellent - do so love "Hurled by your hips..."

    Anna :o]

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  8. kelvin s.m.December 12, 2012 at 9:24 PM

    ..achieving for change/s in inner-self to become, for once, an old-new being for someone... an exploration for innovation/s... great write... smiles...

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